Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Haiti and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing JFA to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Bob Dylan,
Lightning Bolt,
Quando Quango,
The Flesh Eaters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fat Boys,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ultravox,
Pole,
ABBA,
Blancmange,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Brass Construction,
Deepchord,
Q and Not U,
Bronski Beat,
Cybotron,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rapeman,
Outsiders,
Faraquet,
Peter & Gordon,
Piero Umiliani,
June of 44,
Country Teasers,
Ten City,
The Young Rascals,
Heaven 17,
The Star Department,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Parry Music,
Aaron Thompson,
the Normal,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Fania All-Stars,
cv313,
Theoretical Girls,
Carl Craig,
The Standells,
DNA,
Nik Kershaw,
The United States of America,
Dead Boys,
Derrick Morgan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tom Boy,
The Remains,
Nico,
Groovy Waters,
June Days,
Kayak,
Von Mondo,
Colin Newman,
Boredoms,
Maurizio,
The Five Americans,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.